This is a song about "Anal cream"

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Respect equality and a right to make cream

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team